Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Laos and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Man Parrish to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Neil Young,
David Axelrod,
Lalann,
Johnny Clarke,
The Litter,
The Standells,
Eric Dolphy,
Blancmange,
Marshall Jefferson,
Banda Bassotti,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ronnie Foster,
June Days,
The Pretty Things,
a-ha,
The Techniques,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Little Man,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Monks,
Gong,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stiv Bators,
Fatback Band,
The Fugs,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Reed,
The Electric Prunes,
Second Layer,
Zero Boys,
Massinfluence,
The Offenders,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Boz Scaggs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sam Rivers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang Gang Dance,
Todd Rundgren,
The Moleskins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Smiths,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Intrusion,
Soulsonic Force,
Bauhaus,
Porter Ricks,
Rotary Connection,
X-Ray Spex,
Panda Bear,
Ken Boothe,
World's Most,
Piero Umiliani,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Misunderstood,
The Zeros,
The Five Americans,
Television,
Jacques Brel,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.